Chapter 1358 Sand Cave Avoidance

"Master, please, save them. Fire and Literature? ??? ．?ｒ ａ ｎ?ｅｎ`ｏｒｇ”

Zhang Yuanshan came to my side and whispered.

"Save people?" I smiled, "I only kill people, but I don't save people." ”

"But are we going to watch them die one by one?" Zhang Yuanshan's tone was a little gloomy, and he asked me in a low voice.

"The law of the jungle, survival of the fittest. You must know that in this world, everyone's fate is different. Saving people is such a thing, we can save them for a while, can we still save them for a lifetime?"

As soon as I said this, Zhang Yuanshan muttered and replied, "Master, you are right. ”

I smiled and patted him on the shoulder: "Don't worry, they won't die." ”

Zhang Yuanshan was overjoyed: "Really, Master, you want to save them?"

"It's not me who saves. I shook my head and pointed to Zhang Yuanshan's grandfather: "It was your grandfather who saved me." ”

"My grandfather?" Zhang Yuanshan was surprised: "My grandfather, he doesn't know martial arts." ”

"Your grandfather doesn't know martial arts, but he knows other things. I told him, "Just watch with peace of mind." ”

The night before, because the black storm had just passed, the sky was still black, and nothing could be seen.

But just last night, the black dust in the sky dissipated, revealing the stars and moons.

I noticed that Zhang Yuanshan's grandfather was looking at the sky full of stars and moons, muttering something in a low voice.

Although his voice was very low, I could hear it clearly: what he was talking about was actually the secret of Feng Shui!

Obviously, this old man is proficient in the art of Feng Shui!

Actually, not only did he see it, but I also saw it.

The Black Storm will strike again in three days, and if we don't find a place to hide, we will inevitably be swallowed by the Black Storm again.

And the best place to escape the Black Storm is in the underground caverns.

If there is a large tomb built in this desert, it must be the best place to escape the Black Storm.

Therefore, last night I also watched the stars at night, and realized that hundreds of miles away, there should be a large tomb.

But I didn't say it, I wanted to see what the old man's skills were.

As I expected, in the morning, early in the morning, the old man urged the camel and ran to the front, and went alone to meet the eight arhats.

Although I don't have to deal with the river water of the Eight Arhats, the actual leader of this team is not me, but the Eight Arhats.

After the old man and the Eight Arhats muttered for a while, the direction in which the team was moving changed as expected.

Oh?

It seems that the old man also saw the location of the feng shui tomb, and succeeded in convincing the eight arhats to believe him.

This old man's feng shui skills seem to be quite reliable.

I thought about it and didn't say anything.

At noon, when almost everyone was thirsty, a ruined sand city appeared in the distance ahead of us.

"Look!" someone shouted: "Shacheng, there must be water in there!"

As long as you can find water, you can say anything.

At that moment, a group of people were enthusiastic, and one by one they hurried towards the sand city in the distance.

It didn't take long for him to arrive.

This sand city is dilapidated, to be precise, only some ruins remain, and other than that, it is a long yellow sand.

But the group of merchants, not discouraged, jumped off their camels one by one, carefully observed the changes in the ruins, and tried to dig up the yellow sand with the utensils in their hands.

Basically every one of the people who can survive here is a person who has been in the desert for a long time, and they are very aware of all kinds of changes in the desert.

At this time, the old man took out a compass from his arms and began to analyze the longitude and latitude of this sand city.

It didn't take long for him to reach out and point somewhere: "Here!"

To my surprise, the Eight Arhats did not doubt his words in the slightest, and after he stretched out his hand, they all ran over, took out their weapons, and dug up.

The eight of them, all of them were first-class masters in the rivers and lakes, and with this move, with little effort, they dug up the sand and gravel on the ground, revealing a slanting entrance below.

The Arhats did not stop, but continued to dig, and the entrance grew larger and larger, until at last, when the digging was almost enough for the camels to pass, and then they stopped.

At the same time, the horizon in the distance was also covered with a touch of black.

Looks like the Black Storm is coming again.

"Let's go, all go in!" the big boss opened his voice and shouted: "If you don't want to die, let me in!"

Everyone went in one after another.

When I entered, I realized that it was actually a huge passage made of rock, spreading inside, somewhat similar to the mines of later generations.

But this is clearly not a mine.

At this time, the old man came to my side and explained to me: "Brother, this is a sand shelter specially built in the countries of the Western Regions in order to fight against the wind and sand, and basically every country has it. Under normal circumstances, there is a certain amount of grain stored in it, as well as water. ”

Sand caves?

I know about the bomb shelter, but this is the first time I've heard of the sand shelter.

However, the environment of each region is different, and this desert area is perennially windy and sandy, and maybe this sand shelter is used to deal with black storms.

I thought about it and didn't ask carefully.

When everyone walked inside, they saw that there were a lot of dry cows, horses, camels and other dung piled up in this cave, and it seemed that this cave had not been used for a long time.

After walking for almost half a mile, a small waterhole appeared in front of me, which had almost dried up.

Suddenly, everyone cheered.

Sure enough, there was water.

The water was not much, but it was enough for less than twenty of us.

So, a group of people rushed to the pool and drank freely.

When they had drunk enough water, some people went over to pick up some feces and set it on fire with flint.

The originally dark scene in the cave has become much brighter.

At this time, the second leader of the eight Arhats also found a new scimitar from nowhere, and he killed a camel with one sword.

Then the knife is waved to peel the skin and cut the meat, and the meat is distributed to everyone, so that everyone can roast the meat on the burning feces and eat it by themselves.

Roasting meat on feces sounds a little disgusting, but in fact, under such conditions, no one feels inappropriate.

Moreover, in many places in the countries of the Western Regions, burning firewood could not be found, and it was originally used to burn dung as a means of making fire.

Based on my knowledge in later life, I naturally know that the feces of herbivores are extremely flammable, while the feces of carnivores cannot be burned because of their relatively low cellulose content.

For example, in the legendary "wolf smoke", many people may mistakenly think that wolf smoke is the black smoke generated by the ignition of wolf dung, but it is not.

I didn't light the dung on fire, and after I took the camel meat in my hand, I tore off a piece of raw meat with a slight force on my fingers, grinned at the corners of my mouth, exposed the zombie fangs, threw the piece of raw meat into my mouth, and devoured it.

Well, camel meat is not delicious, it is a little old.

I thought about it, and in my nose, I smelled the bloody smell of killing camels, and suddenly my heart moved. (To be continued.) )